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It was two in the morning on the second of January when the text came through.

Joe: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BENNY 💕😘

Ben reached for it automatically, making you groan when you were forced to pull away from his chest before you’d finished the hickey you’d started. “Y’know if you’re not interested I can always go to sleep,” “Thought you said you were too tired to sleep,” Ben said distractedly as he typed a reply. “Well maybe I’ll just go watch Netflix then,” you pushed yourself up, swinging your leg back over Ben’s hips and making to slip out of the bed. Ben’s arms wrapped around your waist, hoisting you back onto his lap as you squealed, “No need for that, I promise I’m very interested. You were saying something about a present?” “Finished flirting with your boyfriend then?” “I can flirt with him and make out with you at the same time, see, I’ll prove it,” with one hand he opened the camera on his phone as his other cupped your face and pulled you towards him. You giggled at the snap of the camera, letting Ben break the kiss to examine the photo. That’s how the last month and a half had gone, texts and emails and Skype sessions. It wasn’t easy but you made it work, kept up the habit of checking in with each other so you knew how everyone felt. Regular date nights happened over websites that let you sync up movies and telephone calls on speaker. One time Joe went to the MoMA and kept you and Ben on video chat the whole time, showing you everything he saw. It made the distance easier to bare though it couldn’t hold a candle to the real thing. “Joe’s gonna love it,” he said softly as he sent it off, “or at the very least he’s going to be insanely jealous and come back sooner.” From outside the bedroom you heard a text alert. “Did I send it to you accidentally?” Ben asked, looking back down at the screen. “My phone’s right here,” “Well, shit. I wanted it to be a surprise.” Both you and Ben whipped your heads around at the sound of Joe’s voice, finding him standing in the doorway, his phone clutched in one hand, Ben’s spare key dangling from his finger. “What are you doing here?” “Who cares Ben, as long as he’s here.” Joe dropped his bag where he stood, letting the key and phone fall on top before rushing to the side of the bed. You wriggled out of Ben’s grasp, almost throwing yourself at Joe and kissing him hard. He sighed against your lips, hands falling to your waist and then sliding lower still. Ben cleared his throat behind you, “excuse you but I believe it’s my birthday,” “Sorry, honey,” Joe mumbled as he let you go. There was a half second pause as you stepped back and then suddenly Joe rushed forward and threw himself onto the bed, making Ben yell as all of Joe’s weight landed on his lap. “Still as clingy as ever,” Joe laughed before wrapping his arms around Ben’s neck and leaning in to kiss him too. You couldn’t stop smiling as you walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed in beside them.

“Seriously though,” Ben said, looking more than a little dazed, “What are you doing here? When did you get back? Why didn’t you tell us?” “I’m here because I missed you both too much to stay away any longer. I got back about, um, maybe an hour ago, bit longer I guess. And I didn’t tell you because I didn’t get you a birthday present and I figured this could be it. I expected you’d be asleep when I sent the text, so I was going to crash in the other room and surprise you in the morning but then you replied. What are you both doing up so late?” “We might have spent most of the day sleeping off a couple of hangovers,” You said slyly, leaning your head against Ben’s shoulder. “I did wonder how you’d go today, both of you looked pretty plastered in some of those photos. Didn’t realise Lucy and Rami would throw such a rager.” “Yeah, it was fun,” Ben laughed, “but god today, yesterday rather, was awful.” “Not so awful now though?” “Definitely not.” “Good, especially since I seem to have interrupted something,” Joe pressed his finger against one of the marks you’d left there moments before. “Y’know, Joe, if you’d given me some warning you were coming home I could have prepared something special for both of you.” “Oh?” Joe looked at you questioningly, “You mean like a cake or something?” “Uhh, not quite,” Ben cocked an eyebrow and looked toward you, “Are you talking about what I think you’re talking about?” “What? What’s she talking about?” “Well you have to admit this seems like the sort of occasion that would warrant…that kind of thing.” “You’d do that with us? I didn’t think you’d be into it,” “If you’d asked me a few months ago I would have thought the same thing but, I don’t know, guess I’ve been thinking about it a bit lately,” you shrugged, “but only if I had time to like get ready first.” “If one of you doesn’t explain soon I might just fuck off back to the US,” You laughed and shook your head, “double penetration, Joe, that’s what I was talking about.” Ben let out a bark of laughter at the sight of Joe’s stunned face, “So you were talking about what I thought you were talking about, good.” “Two things. Firstly,” Joe held up one finger, “Is this whole understanding each other with half a sentence to go off of thing something you’re going to be doing a lot? And two,” he put up a second finger, “Y/N, I love you.” “Well, like I said, it’s not happening right now,” “Doesn’t stop me from thinking you’re incredible for even suggesting it.” “There is something else I can do for you now though,” You pushed yourself up on your knees and shuffled to the end of the bed, holding out your hand to Joe in invitation to take the spot you’d just vacated. He obliged, glancing at Ben as he settled against the pillow, both of them smiling as you settled back on your knees. It was nice seeing them both again, back in the same place, the same room, the same bed. You took a breath to steady yourself, the pure joy of the moment threatening to overwhelm you. When you felt you’d calmed down enough you moved closer to them, between their legs, reaching forward to undo the fly of Joe’s pants. He was quick to kick them off, eager after so long away. For a moment both boys watched you, eyes glued to your lips when you let a string of saliva drip down, to your hand as you began pumping it over his shaft, spreading the spit from base to tip. Their breaths were shallow and audible. “Christ,” Joe groaned, head falling back against the pillow when you finally took him in your mouth, going slowly. Ben chuckled and propped himself up, “On any other birthday I’d complain about you getting more attention than me. But I think I can let it slide today.” Joe’s own laugh was muffled as Ben kissed him. You pulled up, one hand stroking Joe’s thigh softly, “Don’t worry Benny, haven’t forgotten you.” Ben groaned and broke the kiss as you pulled the waistband of his joggers down, much quicker to wrap your lips around his head. Joe took the opportunity to lift his shirt off over his head, grabbing the hem of Ben’s as soon as he was done. You brought one hand back to Joe’s cock as you took Ben a little deeper, listening for their groans and sighs of pleasure as their lips met once more. Alternating between the two of them, you bobbed your head over one and your hand over the other, taking them deeper each time, until the room was full of their moans, muffled by each other’s tongues, and your gags. Each time you came up for air and to switch, you would steal a glance at them, smiling to yourself at the way the looked when wrapped up in each other, their hair mussed, eyes closed, fingers grasping. If you took too long though one of them was sure to blindly reach for your head, pushing you back down. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to ignore how wet you were to focus on them instead.

And then Joe moved, slipped out of Ben’s reach, behind you. You pulled off of Ben, taking note of the fucked out, slightly stunned expression on his face as you turned to find Joe. “What’re you doing?” you half laughed, his fingers tickling your thighs as he pulled your pants down your legs slowly, “you didn’t finish yet.” He pulled you back against his chest, breath against your ear sending a shiver down your spine with every word, “As much as I love what you’re doing, and believe me I love it, I’ve been thinking about your pussy for weeks now. So, if you don’t mind…” he plucked the hem of your underwear. “S’pose I can accept that,” you turned your head so he could see your smile, which only got wider as he pressed a kiss to the side of your mouth and then a few more along your jaw. Shaking your head to bring yourself back to earth, you made to lean forward once more, intending on finishing what you’d started with Ben. Except that Ben moved too, pushing himself to his knees in front of you. His hands found your tits, squeezing them as Joe’s fingers slipped into you. Before you had time to register the changes, you were caught between them, three of Joe’s fingers pumping into you as Ben’s hands wandered over your body. “Ready?” Joe asked, receiving only a whine in response. He chuckled, “I’ll take that as a yes,” and then you were holding onto Ben’s shoulders as Joe pushed into you, slowly working himself deeper. You’d known you missed Joe but feeling him like that, his breath coming in pants against the back of your neck, his hands holding you tightly, his hard length buried as deep in you as he could possibly get, you were hit by the sudden realisation of you how much you’d missed having him in this specific way. He held you differently than Ben did, fucked you differently. It wasn’t better or worse but it was different and you’d missed it so much. “You okay?” Ben asked softly, catching sight of your face. “I’m fucking wonderful,”

As soon as you told him to move Joe brought his hips back and then snapped them forward once more, building up a quick pace. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, back arching towards Ben as he plucked at your nipples. It was a far cry from the slow steady way you’d blown them. Distance had made Joe desperate and needy, fucking you fast, making you moan as he did everything to prove that time and space apart hadn’t made him forget what you liked. His fingers danced over your clit as he rammed into you. Not the slow, romantic night of passion you’d perhaps envisioned when you thought about Joe’s return, but still perfect in its own way. You came with a cry, Joe still rubbing your clit, though somewhat less consistently, as he finished too. You could feel his seed dripping out of you as he pulled out, tilting your head to the side so he could kiss you deeply. You almost bit his tongue as you felt Ben push his cock between your legs, both of them working to adjust your position slightly to make it easier. You ended up with one leg draped over Joe’s arm, their steady support the only thing keeping you from collapsing on your slightly shaky leg. Joe moved his mouth to your neck, leaving marks down to your shoulders, occasionally pausing in his path to whisper dirty words into your ear. Ben’s thumb took over rubbing your clit until you fell over the edge again, swearing as you became too sensitive under the circles his thumb was making. He shifted his hand to your waist, holding you as he thrust into you, his own orgasm approaching. You clenched around him, unintentional, caused by Joe biting down on that particular spot, but it was enough to have Ben grunting through his release.

You would never do something like this if you weren’t completely desperate, you told yourself. You’re sure Ben would agree, though judging from the intensity in which he’s lapping at the junction between your thighs you know he’s thinking nothing of the sort.

Your back arches off the soft duvet of the bed - the guest bed, in Joe’s bloody house - and your hands are tugging on Ben’s hair to the point where it had to be painful, nails digging into his scalp, but he doesn’t complain. Just grabs your thigh tighter, pushes it further into the air, gives himself more access to your sweetest parts.

No. You would never be doing this, not normally. You’re at Joe’s fucking house, in his guest bedroom, and if you made too much noise you know he’d hear, just a few doors down. And yet with the lingering touches on your thigh Ben had given you during dinner - his fingers trailing against your clothed core, brushing against the damp spot right in the center of your knickers - you knew you’d have to have him tonight.

And you should feel bad about it, but you don’t. Can’t possibly bring yourself to, as Ben’s nose nudges against your clit and you bring your hand up to your mouth, biting down on your fingers. It’s painful but you don’t care, don’t care about anything except the pleasure that grows with every swipe of Ben’s tongue against you. Your breath is heavy, breasts heaving and nipples peaked in the cold air of the drafty bedroom.

It’s all you can do to try and focus on not making noise, because you can’t make noise. Even when the blonde between your legs pulls his head back and spits, the saliva dripping onto your soaked pussy, and you whimper into your hand.

“Ben,” you murmur, voice muffled against your fingers. “Ben, fuck. Please.”

You don’t know what you’re begging for. Ben doesn’t question yet but brings his face back in, licking a thin stripe up your cunt, wrapping his lips around your sensitive clit. It’s too much - you shove your hand farther into your mouth, trying hopelessly to hold back your noises.

“What do you need?” his voice is hoarse, throaty, the way it always is when he goes down on you. It’s enough to make you feel your climax already beginning to bubble up inside of you, like a glass of water being filled to the top. “Tell me.”

He leans back in and presses a kiss to your clit, and the small jolt of pleasure is enough to make you groan into your hand. Ben removes his hand from your thigh and you let it drop back onto the bed, feeling the relief of your muscles finally being able to relax but it’s just about the only relaxed part of you by now. All you can think of is how Ben is going to make you scream, how he always does, how you’ve never had a successful quiet quickie and Joe will hear.

God. He’ll hear.

“Tell me,” Ben says again, and you try to even your breathing.

“I won’t be able to stay quiet.” it’s simple, your voice quiet and desperate, and Ben shakes his head.

“Gonna have to try.”

Well. You suppose you can.

Ben dives back into your pussy with a new intensity - why? - and you bite down on your fingers, eyes rolling to the back of your head. His teeth graze against your clit and you know you’re going to cum. Going to cum hard for him, and you can try to keep quiet but you just know you’ll fail.

He knows it, too, you suppose.

Just as the buildup in your stomach begins to fall Ben hurriedly pulls himself away from your core. In any normal circumstance you’d have yelled, begged him to continue, sobbed at the loss of his mouth. And you want to, want him to pull you over the edge with his tongue, but his fingers work at the tie of his flannel pajama pants, and -

He’s already hard when he pulls himself out. Looks painfully so, really. His hand strokes over his member, and you push yourself onto your elbows. You could suck him off - maybe sit on his face, get both of you off at the same time, and you’d be able to stay quieter.

No, you realize, as Ben climbs overtop of you, his body covering yours. You need him inside of you, hadn’t realized, really, until now. You pull your hand from your mouth and throw your arm around his neck, pulling him down to you and meshing your lips together. It’s all tongue and teeth, full passion and desperation. Ben’s hand presses against your cheek, holding your face to his as his other hand goes to his cock, lining himself up at your entrance, and he doesn’t give you a moment’s warning before pushing into you.

And you can’t help it. You moan out - loud, so loud - and even if it’s partially muffled by Ben’s mouth you know you fucked up.

Ben pauses. Just a moment. You pull your face from his and let it collapse against the bed, your face bright red. If Joe is up - and you hate to think that he is - you know he had to have heard it. Ben is still fully sheathed inside of you and it’s stretching you deliciously, his size always something to adjust to, and it’s a struggle to breathe.

“I don’t think he heard,” Ben whispered, eyes dropping down to meet yours, wide and lust blown beneath him. “I don’t think he did. You have to be quiet, baby.”

You nod slowly as he pulls himself out of you before pushing back in, and the pressure to stay silent is so difficult that you can feel tears pricking your eyes, threatening to roll down your cheeks. Ben presses his head against your shoulder, his groans quieter, rolling his hips into yours, and surely it’s as hard for him to maintain volume control as it is for you but why doesn’t it seem hard for him?

He moves his mouth to your ear, kissing just against your neck, and when he moans out you hear it loud and clear.

What you don’t hear - nor see - is the door opening, but Ben does.

His thrusts pick up pace unexpectedly, the sound of your skin slapping together louder than his grunts into your ear and your choked out moans. Ben’s hand goes to your mouth, palm against your lips, and with every cry, whimper, moan, his hand presses harder.

“Ben,” you sob against him. It’s louder than you’d wanted but you knew his hand covered most of the noise so you weren’t worried, not about that. “Ben, fuck.”

“I know,” Ben hissed, attaching his lips to your throat and sucking. “Fuck, babe. Fuck. Gonna - gonna cum so fucking hard.”

He knows what he’s doing to you, the bastard. You’re sure of it. He knows you can hardly resist dirty talk, especially from him, especially when your main goal is to remain as completely silent, and his bloody voice is making you want to scream right then and there.

“Oh - god, oh fuck!” your voice gets breathier by the moment and Ben moves his mouth down, lips dragging down your collarbone to your chest, and when he takes a peaked nipple in his mouth your thighs clench around his torso. You move one hand to your other breast, massaging the soft skin, whines growing in volume, and his hand loosens up ever so slightly against your lips. “Ben, fuck!”

Ben’s hips against yours slow slightly, more sensual, deeper. They hit that sweet spot deep inside of you with every perfectly timed thrust, and his ministrations of both dick and mouth somehow manage to work in tandem together. His tongue flicks against your nipple everytime he pumps into you, and your hand goes to his wrist when his press against your mouth slackens again.

You don’t know why. Don’t know why he doesn’t seem as keen about staying quiet as you are. If Joe hears you - assuming he hasn’t, already - you’re sure you’ll die, won’t be able to look him in the fucking eye again.

Surely your blonde haired boyfriend feels the same way. He has to. It’s only typical.

You hold him to your mouth, trying to muffle your own desperate noises, but when Ben moves his free hand to your clit and rubs tight, hard circles against your nub, you come over the edge violently, legs thrashing around him. You throw your head back, eyes shutting in total ecstasy, cunt tightening around his member, still pumping into you.

You can hardly breathe, he’s fucking you so good, right through your orgasm, when you’re still so sensitive but his hand doesn’t stop on your clit. You can’t be bothered to stop him - just keep moaning, loud and brash, stop thinking about the consequences even when his hand moves from your mouth to the duvet beside your head. When his thrusts slow to an agonizing pace you know he’s close and so are you, already. You’d never been so close to cumming so fast in your life and it’s nearly scary, you think, hand on your breast moving to his face.

He’s not looking at you, though. His eyes are on the opposite side of the room, focused on whatever’s there even as he reaches his high.

Breathing laboured, his name still like a chant on your lips, you manage to prop yourself onto an elbow, turning slightly to see what he’s staring at.

And it’s - it’s Joe. It’s Joe, standing at the door, cracked open just a bit. His eyes are on Ben’s but when you look at him they move to you, and you can see his fucking achingly hard cock, and you can’t help but fly over the edge of your second orgasm with the highest intensity you’ve ever felt, screaming, not bothering to manage it. You can’t tell whose name is flying out of your mouth, Ben’s or Joe’s, but you don’t think it really matters.

The look in Joe’s face when he entered your share room was enough to steal a moan from you, you smile sneakily at him knowing what was about to come.

All day you have been sending Joe some sexy pictures that you knew he would… enjoy.

Joe had a busy day, he was caught in conferences with important people and the cast of his movie, so for an odd reason, you thought it was a good motivation for you to tease him.

It first started with a photo of you in just your robe showing your bare shoulders, informing him you were about to take a long bath, Joe didn’t respond to that though you saw he already had seen the pic, so when you got in the bath you proceed to send him a selfie of you blowing a kiss at him showing your cleavage with the water covering your nipples so they weren’t on display, wanting to show him more, you send a second pic with your wet legs hanging on the side of the tub.

As you were taking the pictures you anticipation of having him by your side grew even bigger, and now that he was in front of you with a look that told you he wasn't pleased with what you have done, you were a mess and he already knew it.

“You thought it was funny, didn’t you?” Joe inquires walking slowly toward you “sending me all those naughty pics when you know I would be busy and surrounded by people I work with.”

You shake your head through the smile that you had on your face was betraying you.

Joe moves his finger instructing you to move closer to him, and before you did that you placed recklessly your phone on your nightstand, you kneel still on the bed not being able to break the eye contact.

“You have been so bad, I think you deserve a punishment, what do you think?” Joe mutter tracing your lower lip before he inserted his thumb on your mouth so you would lick it.

You didn’t answer, all you could do was look at Joe while you suck his finger adoring how horny you were making him, he then removes his digit and threw you on the bed on your fours.

“I told you, you deserve a punishment and all you do is continue to act like a slut,” Joe said moving your panties to the side to look at the mess you had done “look how wet you already are, do you get off thinking of how a slut you are? Do you find pleasure in thinking how hard you make me when you send me all those pictures of you being a complete whore?”

You finally nod and turn your head to see Joe admiring and caressing your ass, he notices it, and looking directly into your eyes, he gives you a hard smack smiling when he saw the red mark he left, you moan when his hand made contact with your skin and without even thinking about it you giggle your ass for him.

Joe could only stare at you and how perfect you are, he then started rubbing your clit while he gets drunk with the sounds you were making.

“You made a mess of me today, now I will make a mess of you,” Joe mutter pulling your hair so now your back was pressed into his chest.

You could feel Joe’s erection and you couldn’t resist pressing your butt into him eager to take even more sound out of him, but Joe was quick and he grabbed your hips so you wouldn’t move anymore, he then gave you another smack on you pretty ass before he started leaving some marks on your neck.

The sounds you were making were pornographic, you kept moaning and repeating Joe’s name knowing that would make him even harder.

When he was pleased with the hickeys he left, he pushed you against the bed again as hop out of it to take all his clothes off, you tried to move to help him out, but Joe stops you.

“Stay right there, baby girl,” you nod at his words and bit your lips seeing how hard your boyfriend was all ready for you, you moan his name begging him to hurry up which was answered by a chuckle from his part.

Before he could join you, you made sure to be in position for him, you were about to turn around and scream at him that you wanted him so bad when you notice your phone, it seemed as if you were calling someone, and with a little protest from Joe you move to see that the number you had daily was Ben, you were about to apologize to him until you saw how long the call already was, you smile and show Joe what was happening placing a finger to your mouth so Joe wouldn't say anything, he frowns at that and before any of you could say anything you heard Ben moan. That gave you a green light and without any other word, you place your phone where it was and started kissing Joe again.

It all seemed to change, the mood was different but you and Joe were still desperate from each other’s touch, and the thought of having Ben hearing you having sex and touching himself was an encouragement to continue and be even louder for him.

“I need you so bad,” you mutter in Joe’s lips.

You gave Joe another heated kiss before you positioned yourself in bed again, you move your ass as an invitation for Joe that he took gladly, he then positions himself behind you and started jerking himself off at the sight of you.

“Joe!” You scream feeling so desperate for having him inside you.

“No, baby, you don’t get to be a brat after all of what you have done,” Joe said pulling your hair again as he started rubbing his cock into your folds

You were moaning, feeling Joe rubbing himself into you, you almost yelled his name again wanting to have more of him, only for him to start teasing you with the tip of his cock in your entrance.

“You will have to beg, pretty thing,” Joe mutter pressing himself into you but not enough to be inside of you.

“Fuck, Joe I need you so bad, please fuck me, I need you,” you mutter closing your eyes and gripping the bed sheets with all your strength, you felt a hard spank in your ass and you whimper at the contact knowing he wanted to hear more from you “please Joe, I am so wet and I want you I need you inside me fucking me and making me feel good, please please please, sir…”

you were interrupted when Joe entered yourself without a warning, you cry at the feeling of being so full as you felt a couple of tears starting to form in your eyes, your mouth was open and each time Joe fuck you a scream left your mouth.

The pleasure Joe was making you feel felt like heaven, and being able to hear Ben moan as he hears you have sex was so exciting, you never thought about having someone join you in bed, but now that this was happening it all felt so right, you were so wet and all your juices were dripping into your legs, you had never felt this kind of pleasure and you were sure Joe was the same, he was fucking you like he never had before, and the curses that left his mouth were proving it, his cock was so hard and your mouth water at the thought of that.

“I am about to cum, pretty girl,” Joe announced as he grabbed your hips even tighter knowing that later on, he would be able to find a mark in there, just at the thought of him leaving probe that he was fucking you so hard, made him go faster as he tried to find the spot that always made you go crazy for him.

“Me too, babe,” you yelled closing your eyes as you felt your high approach you “fuck I’m so close, Ben.”

When you said that you heard Ben moan as Joe came at that instant, Joe kept fucking you while both of you ride your orgasm, he then fell next to you and laugh when he saw your tired expression.

You grabbed your phone and look at Joe with a devilish smile.

“Hope you liked the show, benny boy,” you mutter making Joe chuckle when Ben didn't say anything back “come one, Ben, don’t go shy on us now.”

“You sneaky little bastard,” Joe said with a big smile on his face “did you liked the show?”

“Guys…” Ben said with clear embarrassment on his voice “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Joe quickly interjected, “it was hot, I mean you could hear y/n screams.”

You hit Joe’s chest but laugh with your boyfriend and his best friend, you hid your face into Joe’s neck while you heard Ben apologies again, though you could sense there wasn’t any regret in there.

“Do you miss Joe?” comes the question, late at night. Ben had rolled off of you just a moment ago after bringing you to your second orgasm of the night and your mind is reeling with post-coital bliss, still feeling the tiniest bit lightheaded.

Ben tends to give that effect.

“Miss him?” Ben questions, and then laughs, reaching over to the nightstand to grab his phone. You briefly see the time as it turns on - it’s 1:43 in the morning, and normally the pair of you would probably be deep in your dreams, but you’d been out at a party. It had been cut short - Ben was too desperate to wait until later, and so, the two of you had left just an hour after you got there.

And, naturally, been at it for an hour.

And it was all wonderful, of course. Ben never failed to satisfy you and you know that will never change, but after having spent nearly a week with Joe and having both men at all times, there does feel like there’s just the tiniest thing missing.

“I talk to him every day, love.” you roll your eyes at Ben’s response, pressing your face further into his bare, sweaty chest. He knows what you mean and you know he knows, but he loves bothering you. “Might have to be more specific.”

“Alright, then. Do you miss his dick down your throat?”

“Ah. In that case, yeah.”

You laugh, sitting up in bed and letting the sheets fall down your chest. It’s desperately hot in your bedroom and you’re so sweaty, and Ben’s eyes meet yours with a small grin. “Why do you ask?” he questions, setting his phone down on his chest as he reaches out for your hand.

His skin is soft as you run your thumb along his palm. “I miss him. A lot.” Then you pause. “I miss his dick.”

“I bet he misses us too. And all of our assets.”

Yeah, you agree. He seemed entirely too satisfied over the week you and Ben had spent there, following that night, though in your texts with him he had seemed quite tame. Not quite unlike the messages you’d sent before, and perhaps that ought to unnerve you but you can’t bring yourself to be bothered by it. You knew he enjoyed the week and the next time you saw him you hoped it would continue, texts be damned.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment. You take in deep breaths, bringing a hand up to fan at yourself, and Ben picks his phone back up and continues to scroll through it. You lean your head back against the headboard and you assume the conversation has concluded, that you’ll fall asleep in a few minutes with Ben’s arm around you and you’ll wake up the next morning and the world will continue as usual. But then - you hear the telltale ringing of a FaceTime call from Ben’s phone and your gaze snaps to the device in his hand.

You can’t see who the call is directed to as Ben angles it slightly away from you, and you grasp the sheets in your hands and pull them up to cover your bare breasts. “What the fuck? Hang up, Ben, I’m naked.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

And you do worry about it, in fact, for just about five more seconds until the ringing ends and a groggy voice on the other end says, “hello?”

It’s Joe. Of course it’s Joe. Given a few more minutes you’re sure your mind would have gotten to that conclusion but in the heat of the moment - well. You let the sheets drop again, back down to your waist, and scoot closer to Ben, lowering your head until it’s in frame and you can see Joe, hair mussed up and mouth open in a yawn. In the corner of the screen is you and Ben, your faces pressed together and yours, particularly, shining in excitement.

If Ben finds it odd how excited you are to see Joe, he doesn’t comment. Perhaps he feels the same way and has a better poker face. He is an actor, of course.

“She said she missed you,” says Ben, and you smile slightly, cheeks flushing the tiniest bit.

“He said he does too. It isn’t just me,” you counter.

And Joe smiles. His smile makes your heart swell and you’re not exactly sure why. Out of frame, you reach for Ben’s free hand and grab it and squeeze as tight as you can. The touch is a small reminder that the love of your life is here, with you, and he always will be. Joe is - Joe. You’ll give yourself more time to ponder on it later. “Well, I miss you guys, too,” the ginger says, voice genuine, full of truth.

“So, when are you going to come out to London? Feels like it’s been forever since we’ve seen you,” you demand, and Ben tilts his head to the side just a bit so you can center yourself in the frame.

“Soon. A few weeks, maybe, I don’t know.” There’s a pause, and neither you nor Ben attempt to fill it. You know Joe has more to say, more to add. “Can I stay with you guys?”

And Ben says, without a moment’s hesitation, “Where else would you stay?”

“Anytime you come out to London, you’re staying with us. Promise.” you hold your hand up and stick out a pinky, and Joe laughs and mirrors the gesture on the other side of the world.

“Promise,” responds Joe, and his voice is becoming lighter, sleep evaporating from his tone. And then, “Is there any specific reason you called me?”

You open your mouth to say no but before you can, Ben says, “Yeah, actually,” and his hand squeezes yours once more. And that’s only the smallest bit confusing, because, of course, you saw absolutely no reason Ben had called Joe.

But then Ben lifts the phone up and releases his hand from yours to tug the sheets completely down your body, exposing your total nakedness to the warm air of the room, and then he points the phone screen directly down at you.

Joe lets out a small noise of surprise and you feel a darker, much hotter flush creep up your cheeks, covering your body, and you bring a hand up to cover your chest instinctively. But then you realize - it’s nothing Joe hasn’t seen, really, and the idea of this is insanely erotic, when you think through it, so when your hand reaches your left breast you begin to massage the skin gently. A small show for him.

“Looks good, right?” questions Ben in his soft voice and you smile up at him, unable to see Joe’s face through the screen with the angle of the phone. “She misses you. Want to see?”

“Yes. Fuck. Yes, obviously.” Joe’s voice is breathy already and you could practically feel, through the screen, 3,000 miles away, the hardness of his dick. “Jesus Christ. It’s fucking 7 am.”

“We can stop, if you want,” you say quietly, voice mocking, because you know Joe would never pass up on this. “If you want to get your precious beauty rest. I’m sure you don’t look that pretty without a bit of shut eye. We’ll go and continue this ourselves and you -”

“Oh, shut up,” Joe says. Your boyfriend points the screen up at you so you can see Joe’s face, and he can see your small grin, and then Ben slides down your body until he gets right between your thighs. He uses one hand to part your legs and then turns the camera around so it’s facing your pussy, practically dripping wet, at this point, and you hear Joe moan.

You moan, too, when Ben brings a finger forward to drag up your folds, collecting your wetness at the tip of his finger, and then he displays it to Joe. The slickness glistens in the pale light of the room and you push yourself up onto your elbows to watch whatever’s going on down there. Ben presses an open mouthed kiss against your thigh and then, meeting eyes with Joe, takes his finger in his mouth and sucks your juices off of it, and you moan just a bit louder. Joe’s own groan mixes with yours.

“She’s soaked, Joe,” Ben murmurs, and then leans forward to press a soft kiss against your clit. Your hips jerk upward and your hand shoots out to grip the sheets beneath you. “Stay still, baby,” the blonde says to you, eyes flickering up to meet yours, and you bring your free hand down to stroke his hair. And then Ben says - not to you, you know that - “all for us, you know. What should we do to her?”

There’s silence, and Ben presses his hand against your thigh, holding it down onto the bed. Your muscles burn just a bit from the stretch but you don’t dare complain - you don’t think you could, anyway. And after a moment Joe finally says, “Give her the phone.” His voice had gotten lower and your stomach turns, arousal pooling back down to your cunt.

Ben paused. “Give -?”

“I want to watch you eat her pussy.”

Your breath hitches in your throat and you moan out lowly, eyes meeting Ben’s again. Your core is aching for him and you felt as though you’d die if he didn’t touch you soon. Your boyfriend arches one eyebrow and you nod desperately, and then reach down to grab the phone from him. You turned the camera around, staring at Joe’s face through the screen. His hair is messy and his mouth is open, lips wet, and when his eyes flicker back up to his phone you see his expression change like the phases of the moon.

All he can see, now, is Ben burying his face between your thighs. Perhaps you’d be a bit shocked too.

You cry out as Ben - now using both hands to push your thighs apart - licks a thin stripe up your folds. His lips wrap around your clit, tongue flicking against it.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck,” your voice a breathy moan, you wrap one hand around your breast, kneading the soft skin and rolling your hardened nipple between your fingers. You gaze at Ben through the screen of the phone, at the small image of him in the corner, and somehow it’s hotter watching it through the screen than in real life. His skin is shining, light accenting parts of his hair, and every noise he makes with his mouth - every sound against your pussy - is barely heard against Joe’s moans and yours.

Perhaps the sight seems better through the camera, but the real pleasure is all for you.

Part of you feels bad for Joe, being denied of any physical part of this. Another part of you can’t get your mind to focus on your pity at all, not when Ben grazes his teeth against your clit before sticking his tongue directly in your cunt and you can’t think at all actually.

“Oh, fuck, so - I’m so -” Joe can’t seem to get the words out and his face is tinged red, his breathing heavy. You know what he’s doing and you want to see, want to see so bad.

“Show me, Joe, baby, what - fuck, turn the camera around, Joe,” you gasp, moving your hand from your breast to wrap in Ben’s hair, and the blonde looks up at you with a shit eating smile. His chin is glistening with your arousal and it makes even more wetness flow to your core. Then his eyes turn at the camera, and you glance at the screen and it’s - changed, obviously, from Joe’s face to his dick, rock hard and a brutally angry shade of red in his hand as he jerks himself off. “Oh, God!”

Ben brings one hand down to press his thumb back against your clit and your hips jerk violently against his face, grinding into his mouth as you cum. The phone falls from your grasp onto your stomach, and Joe jacking off faces the ceiling. Ben raises his face just a bit to look at the screen and then he moans, a moan that vibrates directly through your pussy, and it only brutally intensifies your orgasm.

Your shaky hands grab Ben’s phone and pick it up so you can see Joe, his pace on his desperately hard cock stuttering slightly, and you know he’s almost there.

(You’d gotten to know his I’m going to cum soon mannerisms.)

“Need to fuck you, baby,” Ben groaned, and then he pulls himself up further onto the bed. His dick is hard again and you know how needy he gets at times like this. “What do you want, Joe?”

You press the phone against Ben’s chest and throw your leg over his hips until you’re straddling him, and he points the camera up at you.

“I don’t care, Christ, gonna cum so hard -” But Joe didn’t have to say anything at all - you wouldn’t have taken his request anyway. You reached beneath you and grasped Ben’s cock, squeezing just enough for him to gasp in pleasure, and then you positioned him beneath you and slid onto his thick member. The pair of you moaned in unison, and Ben brought one quivering hand up to grasp at your chest, the other maintaining a death grip on his phone. Joe cries out as Ben kneads your breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb, and you arch your back into his hand.

Ben is already so close, you can tell, as you roll your hips against his before raising them and slamming back down, and he lets out a strangled moan. You’re exhausted, but you know you have another one in you and it’ll be the best yet, with the feeling of Ben inside of you and Joe cumming and even if you were on the verge of passing out you know you’d continue. So you lean forward and brace your hands on Ben’s chest - he backs the phone up to get more of you in frame - and you focus every ounce of energy you have on bouncing up and down, legs aching, and you hear Joe’s yell from across the world and you know he came. Know the sticky substance is coating his stomach, know he’s thrown his head back against the pillow and is desperately trying to catch his breath, know he’s still trying to watch you and Ben go at it.

You lean forward more and press your forearm against Ben’s chest so you can drag your fingers down your body to focus on your clit, where you know you’ll get the most pleasure, little jolts of lightning sparking through your body. Shaky digits rub furiously against your most sensitive area, and -

When you cum it’s catastrophic.

With a few more bounces you fly over the edge again and you can’t breathe, your voice hoarse with screaming, and your legs convulse around Ben’s hips. A magnitude 9 earthquake, waves of pleasure shoot through you, and you slam your hips down one more time as Ben groans loudly and empties inside of you, his cum painting your walls, and you’re still fucking cumming and oh God, it’s never really been like this before. You lean down and press your head against Ben’s sweaty chest, heaving to catch your breath, and you’ve nearly forgotten about Joe until a minute later.

“Fuck.”

Ben laughs at the ginger’s throaty comment. “Was that worth waking you up, sleeping beauty?”

“You can wake me up anytime with that.”

You can’t be bothered to respond. You doubt your voice would work, anyway - your throat is burning and your legs ache. You’ll call a sick day from work tomorrow, surely. Force Ben to wait on you hand and foot. He’s the one who did this to you, the bastard, four bloody orgasms - you’d make Joe do it, too, but.

“How do you feel?” Joe asks, and you smile into Ben’s slick skin at the question. Ever the gentleman. For a moment - eyes closed, hearing muffled - you could trick yourself into thinking he was there with you.

“Tired,” you murmur, and they share a laugh. You pull yourself off of Ben and roll off of him, curling right back into his side, and Ben turns the camera back around so the two of you were in the shot again. “I can’t wait until you’re here, Joe.”

“After this I might have to come out sooner than I expected. And you two promised I could stay with you.”

“Joe.”

The name from your lips is soft yet loud, and it cuts through the tense silence in the room like a knife through butter. Your limbs feel weak, the elbow you’re propped up on feeling as though it could collapse beneath you.

And Joe stands - hand grasping the doorknob, the other rested over the bulge in his sweatpants. Ben’s body is hot overtop of yours, and you swear they have to hear your beating heart. Surely they can sense the way your head is pounding, your vision swirling.

“Joe.” You can barely breathe and yet you have to. Heaving in air feels like an impossible task, your chest rising and falling rapidly, and you press a palm against Ben’s chest. His body is hot as you push him from you, letting the blonde roll onto his back and you feel entirely too exposed with your nudeness. Though you shouldn’t - in the past few minutes Joe had seen much more, seen you being railed by Ben, but it’s different now.

Now you know.

“I’m so fucking sorry.” you can’t think of anything else to say as you turn around, facing him. His eyes meet yours and you watch them roll down your body but you don’t care. “Joe. Holy shit.”

“I thought -” you watch him struggle to swallow. “I thought you were hurt. I thought you were hurt so I wanted to check on you.” His eyes flicker to Ben, and then his lips turn in the small ghost of a smile. “I guess you weren’t.”

“No,” Ben agrees, sitting up, though he reaches forward to grab a pillow to settle in his lap before turning to face Joe. “She’s not hurt. It’s fine.”

The last part could pertain to just about everything happening, and the various meanings aren’t lost on you.

It’s fine, she’s not hurt, it means.

It’s fine, that you watched, it means.

It’s fine, that you’re achingly hard from watching me fuck my girlfriend, it means.

The room fills with silence again, like water being poured into a glass. Joe lingers at the door, his eyes on Ben’s, and you cross your arms over your chest.

It doesn’t help that, with every glance at Joe, all you can see is the thick, unmistakable boner in his sweatpants. His hand covers it but not enough to shield it from your view, and eventually you just focus your stare on the ground.

Ben is the first one to break the silence, nodding his head towards his best friend at the door. “Looks like you have a problem there, though, mate.”

The claim takes a moment to click in your head. A problem.

“Do I?” questions Joe in response, and he adjusts his grip on the doorknob.

“If my eyes aren’t deceiving me,” says Ben, and you look towards him and follow his gaze right to the front of Joe’s pants.

Your gaze breaks from Joe’s erection - which is doing impossible things to you in your post coital state, though you reckon it would be doing the same things if you hadn’t just been fucked - and turn to look at the side of Ben’s face. He isn’t looking at you. Your breath feels caught up in your throat and you swallow, mind reeling.

Because you’d thought you’d apologize and move on.

And Ben has a different idea.

“Can you - blame me?” Joe’s laugh is humorless. Dry and airy. “I’m sorry.”

It isn’t the first apology but it hits you like it is. He feels sorry. He, who walked in on the two of you having sex, feels sorry. He, whose body responded in the most natural way.

And he feels sorry.

Ben shakes his head and then brings a hand up to run through his sweaty blonde hair. “It’s fine. Just - “

Finally, finally, Ben’s eyes meet yours as he looks at you. And you can see the question in his eyes, in the way his eyebrow quirks up ever so slightly. How his tongue darts out to wet his lips, how his breath is growing heavier.

You nod.

“I think we can help you. If you want.”

The suggestion hangs in the air. You dare to look up at Joe and his expression is just about what you imagined. Eyebrows raised, his mouth slightly open, and his hand is working ever so slightly at his hard cock, just rubbing the bulge. You reach next to you and find Ben’s hand, giving it a small squeeze.

Yes, the squeeze says. We should do this.

“It doesn’t have to be weird,” you say, voice quiet. “If you don’t want to, it’s fine. But we do. And if you do want to -”

“I do.”

It’s the reply you’d been hoping for, deep within your core. The seal of approval, though you would have been more surprised if Joe said no.

You can practically sense Ben’s grin as he holds an arm out towards Joe. “Come here.”

And Joe does, walking forward until he reaches out and grabs Ben’s hand, and he’s promptly pulled towards the blonde until they’re barely a hair away from each other. Ben reaches up and places his hand against the back of Joe’s neck and pulls the brunette down, and their lips attach together with a fiery intensity.

The tinge of jealousy you’d expected to feel never came.

Instead, with every movement of Joe’s head against your boyfriend’s, more heat flies right down to your pussy. It is, perhaps, the most erotic event you’d ever experienced, and you’d never expected to feel quite so turned on by it. Though it shouldn’t have been shocking, thinking of it, the two hottest men you’d ever met making out right in front of you.

It goes on for quite a while, their kissing. Your cunt throbs and you pull your knees beneath you, watching as Ben lies back, Joe leaning over his body, lips still working together. Your fingers seem to trail down to your core of their own accord, dragging through your slick folds, collecting the wetness at the tips of your fingers.

Just the action is enough to make Ben’s eyes turn to you, and he pulls his face away from Joe’s with just a bit of hesitation. “You look pretty impatient.”

You roll your eyes and then lean forward, taking Joe’s now-unoccupied lips in your own, and they’re soft and wonderful and he groans into your mouth. You reach a hand up to run through his hair, fingers carding through the locks, and then you grasp onto the ends and squeeze.

Your other hand continues to work at your pussy, resisting the urge to whimper into his mouth at the brief satisfaction you get, but you can’t hold it in any longer when Ben reaches down and rubs his finger over your still-sensitive clit. You moan out into Joe’s mouth and then pull away.

“This is about Joe,” you pointedly say to your boyfriend, trying to ignore the pleasure already building up in your stomach.

“Doesn’t have to just be me,” the ginger next to you murmurs, and you ignore the urge to smile. Ben removes his hand from your core and drops it back to the bed before propping himself up on his elbows, and you focus your hands at the front of Joe’s pants, undoing the tie that hides his member from you. Your fingers brush against him with every movement and he groans, throwing his head back.

You pull down his pants, just over his hips, and his cock springs free and it’s -

You’d seen it through his sweatpants but seeing it was different, and you struggled to swallow down your surprise.

Ben sits up, and he grabs Joe’s arms to pull him down onto the bed until the ginger is lying down next to the pair of you, and he smiles sweetly. Ben’s hand grabs the base of Joe’s cock, dragging his hand up and down his shaft, and Joe moans, and it’s like music to your ears.

“Fuck, Ben,” Joe groans as Ben pulls his hand back, spitting into his palm before returning it to his friend’s dick. “Jesus.”

“How do you want us, Joe?” you ask, voice sweet and soft as you lean down and press a kiss to Joe’s chest. “Your choice.”

There’s more silence between the two of you, besides the smacking noise of your kisses against Joe’s skin and his occasional noises but you know he’s thinking - can practically hear his brain working.

If I never get this opportunity again, you’re sure he’s thinking, how should I use it?

You wrap your lips around his nipple, swirling your tongue around it, and Joe’s hand goes to your hair, struggling to comb his fingers through the sweaty locks. Eventually you pull your mouth away from his skin and rest your chin on his chest, eyes meeting Joe’s. His orbs are lust blown and his mouth is slightly open, and you give him a small smile.

Ben stops his hand working at Joe’s throbbingly hard cock. “Well?”

And this is, clearly, a big decision for Joe to make and you don’t blame him, but you’re desperate and only slightly wishing he’d go faster. It’s all you can do to contain your excitement when he finally says, “Um - wanna fuck Y/N. Can I?”

The question is clearly directed at Ben, and he nods as you murmur, “Of course.”

It takes you a little while to find a position. Your first instinct is to ride him, to get him off without doing much work, but you feel just a bit weak from your previous two orgasms and you’re afraid you’ll give out halfway through. Missionary makes it just a bit harder to include your blonde haired boyfriend, who sits at the head of the bed with a hand stroking lazily over his cock, looking so much like a Greek god, beautiful without trying, that you could cum right there.

So you settle on doggy style.

Joe positions himself behind you, a hand running down the arch of your back as you make eye contact with Ben in front of you, and he gives you a smirk.

A good idea, wasn’t it? The stupid fucking smirk says.

And you have to agree, as Joe lines himself up at your entrance and pushes inside of you.

You jerk forward, moaning loudly, taking your bottom lip into your mouth as you fall to your elbows. He isn’t bigger than Ben but it’s different, so much different. You hadn’t had anyone other than Ben for a while and he knew it, taking your chin in his hands and forcing you to look him in the eye as Joe pulls himself out of you before sliding back in with the loudest groan you’d ever heard.

“Fuck,” you whisper, bringing a shaky hand forward to grasp onto your boyfriend’s cock, and Ben nods slowly. “Oh. Oh fuck.”

It’s a lot. It’s a fucking lot, staring into Ben’s eyes, leaning down to wrap your lips around the tip of his cock while Joe - Joe, who you’d never even considered fucking until fifteen minutes ago - slides in and out of you with perfectly timed thrusts, a cacophony of moans filling the air. You can barely remember how to breathe, moans vibrating against Ben’s dick as you take more of him into your mouth.

“Feel so fucking good,” Joe hisses from behind you, hands grasping your hips, and you whine against Ben as he hits that certain spot inside of you and it feels so good, so good that you feel like you could collapse with the feeling. “So tight, God.”

“I know,” Ben breathes from above you, threading his fingers in your messy hair, guiding your mouth up and down his cock, hips jerking up every so often, and you desperately try not to gag around him. “Doesn’t she - fuck - feel the greatest?”

Joe grunts in agreement before snaking his hand down under you, fingers finding your clit and rubbing, fast and hard, and you know you’re approaching your third orgasm embarrassingly fast and you want to desperately hold out but you’re not sure you even can. He rubs fast circles into the nub before leaning down to press a kiss between your shoulder blades, and you take the most of Ben into your mouth that you can and suck, cheeks hollowing, and your boyfriend’s hips snap up into your mouth and you know that’s his signal that he’s close.

“Joe.” Ben’s voice is quiet and airy, hand pushing your head further down onto his cock. “Don’t cum. Don’t.”

You don’t understand why and you’re sure Joe doesn’t either, but Ben keeps thrusting his hips up until he cums with a yell, hot ribbons of cum shooting into the back of your throat and you help him through it. You work your mouth up and down his shaft until you pull your head away, pressing a feather soft kiss to his tip as you swallow down his load, heaving in breaths when you’re done.

“Don’t cum,” Ben warns Joe again, his breathing laboured, and you lose the energy to hold yourself up, resorting to pressing your cheek against Ben’s thigh as Joe fucks into you, his finger still furiously working at your clit, and you’re so close.

So fucking close.

“I can’t hold it, Ben, shit,” Joe cries from behind you. Your moans are enough to distort your hearing of what he’s saying - this is the most erotic experience of your life, right now, nothing could ever hold a candle to this, you think.

“Stop,” commands Ben, then, and then he moves your head and climbs out from under you and a few seconds later you feel Joe pull out of you and you know he’s not coming back in. You collapse down onto your stomach, choking in cries, both from the loss of Joe inside of you and the orgasm you’d been denied as Joe’s hand had left your clit. You give yourself a few moments - lying there, ass in the air, face in the mattress as you collect your breath - but curiosity takes ahold of you as Joe’s breathy moans pick up again, and when you slowly turn yourself around to look you nearly faint.

It seems the most erotic experience of your life keeps being one-upped.

Ben has Joe’s cock fully in his mouth, mouth moving up and down, and your pussy throbs with need for them. Joe’s hand buries itself in Ben’s hair as his hips jerk up and you know he came, came right down into Ben’s throat.

“Fuck, Ben, oh my god, Ben,” Joe’s moans rise to a yell, and Ben hollows his cheeks completely before pulling his mouth off of his best friend’s member. The blonde pushes himself to his knees and then launches himself towards you, body covering yours, and your lips meet in the most desperate kiss you’d ever had with anyone. The taste of Joe’s cum fills your mouth and you throw your arms around Ben’s neck, pulling his body closer to yours, and just the feeling of your boyfriend in your arms again almost makes you cum on the spot.

Almost.

After a moment Ben rolls off of you, and the three of you sit in silence. You can almost ignore the throbbing in your core at the clear post-coital haze swirling around the two men - Ben beside you and Joe at the bottom of the bed.

Almost.

“Ben.” you murmur after a moment, though both men raise their heads to look at you. “I didn’t cum.”

There’s another beat of silence, and then Ben pushes himself up and crawls down the bed to your thighs. “Well, I can’t have that, now can I.” It isn’t a question, of course. “Joe, want to help me take care of our girl?”

Neither you nor Joe needs to mention the usage of the word our. It’s a discussion for another time.

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Every month, Joe claimed your stomach was the perfect size. He’d been saying it since you first ran out of the bathroom to your boyfriends and told them you swore there was a bump, at every ultrasound where the fruit size of your baby got larger, at every milestone you passed.

‘It’s the perfect size!’

The sentiment was - admittedly - overused but you appreciated it. It gave you confidence, how both of your boys treated your swollen belly. Joe, complimenting you every day, and Ben, who considered a moment wasted if his hand wasn’t feeling the baby inside of you. When the three of you went to sleep you tended to be in the middle, both of their arms crossed over you so they could feel the swell as they slept. When the baby kicked for the first time, Ben got on his knees and felt it and cried into Joe’s lap.

You loved it all. Loved how they loved it. When you’d found out about the pregnancy you’d worried beyond belief, that they would grow distant from you, perhaps find more comfort in each other as your body changed. But the past nine months had been possibly the best of your relationship, and if you could go back in time and tell your past self not to worry because they’d love you even more while you carried their child, you would in a heartbeat.

Save your past self all of that worry.

In the grand scheme of things the pregnancy had gone perfect. Any confidence issues you’d faced, about your stomach and your boobs and the excess weight the baby was giving you, evaporated any time the boys managed to get it out of you. The boys would wake up at ungodly hours to get you any of the foods the bean craved, and your sex live remained as lively and healthy as it could be in your state.

There were - struggles, admittedly, but the majority were tiny. Like the few hate comments you’d get on their posts about you - on one particular occasion, Joe posted a picture of his palm over your stomach and you’d received a particularly nasty comment that involved the word whore, and in your overly hormonal state it had made you cry. Comments in a relationship like yours weren’t unheard of but they did suck, especially during pregnancy. But the boys had comforted you, replied brutally to the comment, and worshipped you until you could barely remember what the comment said.

Some problems were a bit bigger, like the decision to even announce it on social media in the first place, which Ben, surprisingly, had been vehemently against. But in the end you’d decided - fans deserved to know, and when the baby came it would be worse to just announce it then. So the announcement posts went up, and the response was largely positive. Another big one was the name situation, which had stretched for a significantly large portion of your pregnancy.

“I don’t understand how we haven’t found a single good name!” Ben complained one evening, as the three of you sat on the couch in the living room, flipping through baby name books, some forgotten movie playing on the television. You’d been there for nearly an hour, “They all just don’t seem right.”

“I know,” you mused softly, running your finger down the list of unique unisex baby names in one of the books Joe had bought from the book store in, what he called, a baby frenzy. Included in the frenzy was a bag of toys, clothes, and numerous baby help books. You had read them all. “At this point, it’ll pop out and we’ll have to call it unnamed. And it’ll be unnamed for its entire life, and it’ll hate us.”

Joe cringed to himself, scrolling through his phone, head in Ben’s lap. “Don’t call our baby it! She’s a she!”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m telling you, Joe, I don’t think it’s a girl. Mother’s instinct is always right.”

“Doesn’t father’s instinct exist?”

“No!” you and Ben chided in, and Joe grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

Ben shut the book he’d been flipping through and leaned forward to set it on the coffee table, running his newly occupied fingers through Joe’s hair. The ginger smiled slightly, meeting Ben’s eyes and giving him a grin. “Wouldn’t it be easier to pick a name if we knew the gender?” questioned Ben, narrowing his eyes at you.

You furrowed your brows, leaning into Ben’s side. “How? We can’t find names when we’re looking for both genders, let alone if we had to narrow it down.”

“I’m just say - “

Joe interrupted the blonde, “You were outnumbered, Benny. Two against one. You never stood a chance. Now shut up and watch Marley and Me.”

Ben shifted to wrap an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He stuck his bottom lip out, just a bit, but he couldn’t stop the small smile from spreading across his face. It always happened involuntarily when Joe affectionately referred to him as Benny. “It’s is such a sad movie, baby. Why do you like it?”

“Because it’s good! Now shut up!”

And the three of you fell into silence again, though you continued to flip through your book, eyes trailing through the K section. All of the bloody names felt either too modern or too old, too long or too short. Seeing as you didn’t know the gender you reckoned a unisex name would be better but none of them jumped out at you. Imagining calling the bean some of those names - you couldn’t fathom it.

Eventually you rested the book on the cushion beside you, still open to the pages of L names. You tugged a blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped yourself into it, leaning fully into Ben. Your hand joined his, running through Joe’s fluffy, ginger hair - he loved getting his hair played with and you and Ben were all too happy to provide.

“What about Marley?”

Joe’s voice was quiet with the suggestion, and you contemplated it briefly.

“You want to name our baby after a dog?” Ben questioned, fingers coming to a halt in his hair. “No.”

“Wait, wait. It could be cute.” You paused. “But what if people ask where we got the name from and we have to tell them we got it from Marley and Me? That’s embarrassing for us and the baby.”

“We can say we got it from somewhere else,” said Joe. “Like Bob Marley or something.”

Ben laughed and then said, “That doesn’t change the fact that we actually got it from Marley and Me.”

“We’ll put it in our back pockets.” You promised, and then glanced at Ben with a grin. Joe was a goof, the look said. It was one you practiced often, since before you even added Joe into the equation, when he was just your oddly close friend. But now - well.

You didn’t talk for another couple of minutes - your mind was half on the movie and half on the name discussion. Marley wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t perfect and you needed the name to be perfect. You weren’t carrying the baby for nine months to give them a mediocre name. And after nearly six months of sitting on various different names, none of them working, you felt like hope was nearly totally gone.

After nearly a half hour of just watching the movie - tears welling up in your eyes repeatedly, and you kept having to wipe your cheeks with your sleeve - Joe spoke up again. “Well - what about Marla? If it’s a girl - which it will be - and for a boy - ”

“Joe.” Ben stated without hesitating, and Joe looked up at him with a smile. “Joseph IV. I mean, it has to be. It’s only right. We need another Joe in our lives, anyway.” And the three of you shared a small laugh.

You smiled, moving your hand from Joe’s hair to his cheek, and leaning up to kiss Ben’s cheek. A grin slowly spread across your face, your heart swelling.

“I love it. I love both of them.”

And - once that portion of the name conflict had been resolved there was another one, a more serious one, as you neared the 38 week point. Your stomach swelled beyond belief, you decorated the baby’s room (well, more accurately Ben and Joe did but you sat on the rocking chair in the corner and watched as they put together the crib) and you packed a hospital bag for when the exact moment came.

You, Ben and Joe had been lying in bed after a long bath - one that had lasted until the water ran cold and the bubbles had nearly gone - clean and giggly and heavy lidded. You were resting on your back, a pillow beneath you for the pains you’d acquired during pregnancy. It seemed like every muscle in your body was aching, no matter what, but none worse than your back. Thus, the pillow, constantly beneath you whenever you were lying on your back. Joe had his face buried in your shoulder, Ben thrown half over his body. Ben’s hand sat at the top of your stomach, yours over his, the baby stirring ever so slightly inside you. As you gotten closer to your due date the baby became more and more restless, always finding time to move and kick.

“Sweetheart.” Joe murmured, and you weren’t exactly sure to whom he was speaking to but you didn’t reckon it really mattered. “What is the last name going to be?”

You paused, but before you could answer Ben said, “I thought it would be Hardy-Mazzello, you know? What else?”

“Rather long.” the ginger mused, his cheek pressed against your shoulder.

“Maybe, but we need to get both of your names in there.” You paused and then smiled. “Yours is what makes it long, Mr. Mazzello. You know that, right?”

Joe brought his arm up and pinched your arm, and you giggled. There was another beat of silence before Ben said, “Why d’you bring it up again? We’ve talked about it before.”

Joe said, “I don’t know. Don’t you think it should be just one of our names?”

“No.” came your immediate response, harsher and blunter than you’d intended. You softened your voice. “No,” you repeated. “I don’t want the baby to have only one of your last names. You’re both it’s dads. So it’ll have both of your last names. It doesn’t have to be complicated.”

Ben rested his chin against Joe’s chest, his brows furrowed as he stared at his boyfriend’s face. “Joe - “

“Doesn’t it have to be complicated, though? There’s three of us.” Joe’s words were making you frown a bit more every syllable. “Technically, only one of us can be the dad, and - “

“Joe.” Ben’s voice was quiet. Shaky. “We’re both the dads. You know that. The baby - it’s both of ours.”

“It’s Hardy-Mazzello - it has to be. Why don’t you want that?” You brought your hand to rest on Joe’s cheek, blinking in the darkness. Whatever happy mood you’d felt earlier had nearly evaporated with the turn in conversation - it was odd.

“I don’t know.” You could tell Joe wasn’t being completely honest so you waited until he elaborated. “I’m just nervous. That it’ll confuse her to have two of us. And what if she gets more attached to Ben and I’m left behind?”

“That’ll never happen, Joe.” Ben told him firmly - you’d meant to respond but when you opened your mouth you felt an odd sort of pain in your stomach and you inhaled sharply, but neither of the boys noticed. “It’ll love you. Baby Hardy-Mazzello are going to love you when they meet you. We’ll be a perfect family.”

You pushed yourself into a sitting position, and Ben’s hand fell off your stomach. “Um - I think - the baby. I think it’s coming.”

After nine hours of labor, Marla Hardy-Mazzello was born, screaming and crying violently, but it was the greatest noise you’d ever heard. Joe dropped his head into your shoulder and sobbed and Ben followed the doctors around, cutting the umbilical cord with shaky hands and watching them clean her up. When Dr. Nash placed her in your arms, bundled in a pink blanket, you didn’t think you’d ever felt such bliss. Ben clambered into the bed behind you, sitting on the pillows so you were in between his legs. The doctors left and it was the four of you, your boyfriends and your daughter, your beautiful wonderful daughter.

“I - “ Joe’s voice was shaking, and he brought his arm up to wipe the tear tracks off his face. “I told you she was a girl. I told you. F-father’s instinct, right?”

You didn’t respond, just stroked your thumb down your little angel’s cheek and listened to her soft breaths as she slept. Joe stood and sat on the bed next to you, reaching over to grab Ben’s hand. Ben leaned forward and pulled the blanket slightly off her face, so you could all see her features.

“Your eyes, I think.” Ben said quietly, and when you looked up at him his eyes were on Joe, not you. You smiled slightly.

“I think they look more like yours, actually,” came Joe’s response, and then there was another pause before he said, “Your chin, sweetheart.” And you knew that was directed at you, because her chin did, admittedly, look awfully similar to yours.

“Do you want to hold her?” you posed the question to either man, and though you could practically feel Ben rippling in excitement beside you at the thought of holding his baby girl, Joe reached out first, taking your baby in his arms and cradling her gently. And you looked up at Ben, and he smiled, and you knew it was important for Joe to hold her.

(You’d have so much time, all of you.)

You leaned back against Ben’s chest, feeling his fingers combing through your locks as the pair of you admired Joe and Marla, the way he rocked her, one finger against her face. He looked like he was born to be a father, like this was the ultimate place he was supposed to be. Sitting on a cramped hospital bed with his boyfriend and girlfriend, cradling her gently.

“She’s so pretty,” Joe whispered, and you watched a tear go down his cheek again and Ben reached over to wipe it off. “She looks so much like you. Your nose, your chin.”

You nodded. “Looks like you, too.” Then you glanced up at Ben, who was staring, near entranced, at Joe and Marla. “You, too. Like a mix of the three of us.”

“Our daughter.” Ben said, and his voice was soft yet firm and as Joe glanced up at him, he repeated it. “Our amazing daughter.”

Joe nodded, turning so Ben and you could look at Marla’s face - eyes open slightly, fist clenched. She was beautiful, eyes dark brown, a spattering of soft hair on her head. You were absolutely exhausted, body sore and eyes heavy, after hours and hours of going through labour, but God, it was all worth it. You would do it a million times over for this moment - Ben loosely wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry,” Joe began, but you brought his finger up to his lips.

“Not now. You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” Ben’s fingers in your hair stopped as you continued speaking. “Marla Hardy-Mazzello. Right?”